My Soul in a Nutshell

I like to read, I'm kind of shy, I dislike greed, and often lie. I dream of a love, that will never come. I'm never snub. I think I'm dumb. I'm never myself, myself never comes. Keep my heart on a shelf, zero is my life's sum. Wanted to kill myself, but afraid of a knife, I have ok friends, but I still hate my life. Absent mindedness comes natural, when it comes to me, and all is satisfactual, so long as I'm free. My friends tell me I'm really great, I'm really pretty lame, and my true self I seem to hate, I never really cared for fame. Mr. Right has come too late, I've given up all hope of him, to be alone just seems my fate, or to be near my dearest kin. I'm just another daydream believer, not that I believe their true, my life is that of a high acheiver, then tell me why I feel so blue. Music is a love of mine, listen to it every day, if only I could find the time, to practice my violin someway. I have a family split in two, never see them very much, some in New York, the Phillipines too, every once in a while we keep in touch. As I look back, on my life past, I see I don't lack, the shadows I've cast. My life is hopeless, pretty plain, but you could care less, I know this is lame. I realize now, I was never free, and I think "wow, guess I'll have to be me." So here lies my soul in a nutshell, for everyone to read, if you don't like it, then oh well, your opinion is not what I need.ok, I think I change styles a few times but it's like 2 in the morning and I was thinking which in my case is bad for me..... anywayz.... I hope you like it..... it's really what I felt at the time.... Written April 12th, 2002 © on Apr 11 2002 05:03 PM PST, Candice Lambert   18 • 0 • 10